Tuesday, April 28, 2015

For the last 6 months I have been dealing with a major hair disaster.
I went to a very high end salon here in Downtown Las Vegas and the ruined my hair.
It was badly bleached out and turned green then it began to fall off and turned into a big fuzzy ball of a mess.
I tried conditioning, oiling and not washing it for weeks at a time.
Nothing really worked.
The only thing to do was to cut it all off.
I was devastated.
I have not had short hair in probably 16-17 years.
I put it off. I kept it up and out of my way hoping it would bounce back.

Last week I woke up and said enough, I can't look at it any longer and begged my hubby to take his clippers to it and shave it off. He asked me to sign a waiver before he picked up the clippers.

I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew...it was all gone.
It took him 3 hours but it was worth it.

I am in love with it and can't imagine why I was holding on to that broken, dead frizzy hair.

I feel fresh, alive and so happy again. Hair always made me feel pretty. I know it is silly but it did. Funny thing is, now I feel beautiful and not that I think that I am, but the feeling of letting it all go and starting fresh makes me feel amazing. Ready for summer!

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

As a SAHM of a child with special needs, you get lost and life becomes about everything else and you lose yourself and your dreams.

I am realizing life goes by and things happen in the blink of an eye.

Not saying "if I" or "I should have" instead I am saying lets do this and lets do that.

Being my true self and taking time for me.

In this journey, I decided to return to my first love...Vintage buying. I started when I was 18 working in rag houses in St. Louis and learning as much as I could about vintage clothing. I went through a lot of crap but learned a lot. I always dreamed of having my own shop, and why that may not be in the cards, I can open my own Online Shop. Vintagemarketclothes.etsy.com

I love the hunt for vintage, specifically 1970s, boho, southern rock, biker style. It was always poo pooed as a classic vintage style. Not lady like or you need to dress like a girl. Nope, that just ain't me. I have always been a true jeans and t-shirt gal with a little flannel thrown in.
A rebel at heart.
Slowly, I am finding vintage pieces that I love and sharing with others who are missing them in their true lives.
And just for fun, I am throwing in some handmade fashions from vintage and embroidery on the rebel side.